A room like a gypsy caravan, colourful and flowery, lively and playful. A straw hat, an old suitcase, a scarf with fringes, a feather. A little plush is also allowed. At the window, a flowery cloth through which the river light playfully seeks its way. The armchair invites you to linger. A bird of paradise chirps in your ear from the flower-covered wallpaper. In your memory, the scent of jasmine blossoms and patchouli forms in the comforting heaviness of a hot summer day. Stay and then move on, nourished inside, with the wings of freedom in your luggage.